Something Urgent
Edward sat up slowly as he tried to make sense of his surroundings and what time it was. It was unusual for him to sleep until the sun was shining brightly through his thick curtains, though the last time that he had done so, he had just finished a manuscript of a play that he was commissioned to write -- it was the very same play that made it onto Broadway and made it possible for him to have bought his Lexus that stood in the garage.
At least something good came out of that, he thought as he rubbed his eyes and turned his attention to his bedside alarm clock which read that the time was 12:34 PM.
He rolled his eyes and got up. He had to get coffee in his system before his head would kill him. He noticed that he had gone to bed in the same clothes that he had wore yesterday and decided that keeping it on for a few more hours would not hurt, so he slowly stalked out of his room and went downstairs.
"Morning", he said while stepping down the stairs that led directly into the living area, in front of the kitchen. Ian would have heard him well before that, though, the way he had walked. He figured that he must have looked like an old man trying to regain his walking abilities, or maybe a drunkard trying to walk to the nearest liquor store.
Either way, he watched his footing carefully on the stairs, and made his way to the kitchen where he sat down onto the barstool in front of the kitchen's island counter and cleared his throat in case Ian hadn't heard him come in anyway.
After a moment, Ed looked up and saw that breakfast hadn't even been started, let alone coffee -- which was definitely a strange sight for a Sunday afternoon.
"Huh..." Ed said as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and got up from the barstool, turned around and walked to the door to the garage. Ian's Subaru was there, so he must have been in his room.
As the curiosity set in, Ed made his way upstairs.
He had figured that Ian must be doing something important on his PC, but what he had found instead was Ian sitting in his chair with folded arms, staring at a blank screen. He walked closer and found, again, that Ian wasn't sitting, but sleeping. Having never been in this situation, Ed sighed and turned around. Halfway to the door, he came to a standstill and turned around to face Ian's direction again.
"Curiosity killed the cat, Edward..." he mumbled under his breath as he skulked toward Ian, let out some breath, and then leaned toward the screens. He closed his eyes, and then tapped Ian on the shoulder, who jumped up from his chair, grabbed him by the wrist, turned and twisted him on the spot so that Ian had Ed in a unbreakable hold with one hand held near his neck, and the other with Ed's right hand at his back.
Ian felt that the person he held, didn't struggle at all, then looked down at his hand and saw that his right hand had half a finger missing.
"Dude..."
"I know, which is why I braced myself and had you use as little effort as possible. I just came to check up on you is all."
"Well, I'm fine. Thanks."
"No problem. What do you say on getting your ass in bed and sleeping like one's meant to sleep, though. I'll handle JR."
Ian thought about Ed's proposition but then shook his head. "Nah, I have to get to the office. This is important," he then replied, "besides, you look like you need the rest, not me." As Ian said that, Ed watched him go out the door and downstairs in the direction of the garage.
Ian hurried down and thought about what he had found. His culprit, conveniently and wrongly named Thor, was all but just another serial hacker and killer. In fact, what Ian had found could not wait at all.
He started the car then realised that him falling asleep in front of his PC was highly unlikely indeed. Thor was quite a match, then. A worthy opponent.
He reversed out of the garage and the driveway, then drove off toward Scorpion HQ, which was not too far away.
Ed stared at the empty doorway long after Ian had left. Never have he thought about having to wake him up, usually it was the other way around -- especially in cases such as that.
A sudden burst of pain ripped through his stomach. For a moment he thought that he would die, but then the pain was gone. Instead, it was replaced by a strange, gurgle sound. "Oh shit!" Ed said as he hurried out Ian's room toward the bathroom.
Hours later, Ed's phone buzzed. Fortunately for him, his phone was in his pants. Unfortunately, he was on the toilet. Again. He figured that it was those Apples that he had eaten on Friday finally doing their thing. Who was he to think that he wouldn't be affected anyway?
"Idiot," he told himself and got the phone out of his pocket. Upon unlocking the device, Ian saw that Ian had sent him a text. One that he hadn't received in quite a while.
"Damn it, damn it damn it," he kept saying as he finally finished, washed his hands and hurried to his room where he grabbed his composite bow and quiver, as well as his handgun from below his desk.
He holstered the handgun in his pants at his back, since he figured he had no time anymore to look for his leather holster. He then threw the bow around his torso, over the quiver which had already been put on as soon as Ed had his hand on it.
"Don't eff this up, Ed!" he said as he hurried out the door, went downstairs, grabbed his keys and got into his car.
Whatever it was that had Ian send an SOS must have been one hell of a situation as Ian hardly ever needed assistance.
Scenarios kept playing through his head as he drove towards Ian's Geo-Location. Last time he was needed like this, it was their job, though unbeknownst to just about everyone they knew.
"And that was before the country went to shit, and we had to leave the program" he said, changing gears.
At least something good came out of that, he thought as he rubbed his eyes and turned his attention to his bedside alarm clock which read that the time was 12:34 PM.
He rolled his eyes and got up. He had to get coffee in his system before his head would kill him. He noticed that he had gone to bed in the same clothes that he had wore yesterday and decided that keeping it on for a few more hours would not hurt, so he slowly stalked out of his room and went downstairs.
"Morning", he said while stepping down the stairs that led directly into the living area, in front of the kitchen. Ian would have heard him well before that, though, the way he had walked. He figured that he must have looked like an old man trying to regain his walking abilities, or maybe a drunkard trying to walk to the nearest liquor store.
Either way, he watched his footing carefully on the stairs, and made his way to the kitchen where he sat down onto the barstool in front of the kitchen's island counter and cleared his throat in case Ian hadn't heard him come in anyway.
After a moment, Ed looked up and saw that breakfast hadn't even been started, let alone coffee -- which was definitely a strange sight for a Sunday afternoon.
"Huh..." Ed said as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and got up from the barstool, turned around and walked to the door to the garage. Ian's Subaru was there, so he must have been in his room.
As the curiosity set in, Ed made his way upstairs.
He had figured that Ian must be doing something important on his PC, but what he had found instead was Ian sitting in his chair with folded arms, staring at a blank screen. He walked closer and found, again, that Ian wasn't sitting, but sleeping. Having never been in this situation, Ed sighed and turned around. Halfway to the door, he came to a standstill and turned around to face Ian's direction again.
"Curiosity killed the cat, Edward..." he mumbled under his breath as he skulked toward Ian, let out some breath, and then leaned toward the screens. He closed his eyes, and then tapped Ian on the shoulder, who jumped up from his chair, grabbed him by the wrist, turned and twisted him on the spot so that Ian had Ed in a unbreakable hold with one hand held near his neck, and the other with Ed's right hand at his back.
Ian felt that the person he held, didn't struggle at all, then looked down at his hand and saw that his right hand had half a finger missing.
"Dude..."
"I know, which is why I braced myself and had you use as little effort as possible. I just came to check up on you is all."
"Well, I'm fine. Thanks."
"No problem. What do you say on getting your ass in bed and sleeping like one's meant to sleep, though. I'll handle JR."
Ian thought about Ed's proposition but then shook his head. "Nah, I have to get to the office. This is important," he then replied, "besides, you look like you need the rest, not me." As Ian said that, Ed watched him go out the door and downstairs in the direction of the garage.
Ian hurried down and thought about what he had found. His culprit, conveniently and wrongly named Thor, was all but just another serial hacker and killer. In fact, what Ian had found could not wait at all.
He started the car then realised that him falling asleep in front of his PC was highly unlikely indeed. Thor was quite a match, then. A worthy opponent.
He reversed out of the garage and the driveway, then drove off toward Scorpion HQ, which was not too far away.
Ed stared at the empty doorway long after Ian had left. Never have he thought about having to wake him up, usually it was the other way around -- especially in cases such as that.
A sudden burst of pain ripped through his stomach. For a moment he thought that he would die, but then the pain was gone. Instead, it was replaced by a strange, gurgle sound. "Oh shit!" Ed said as he hurried out Ian's room toward the bathroom.
Hours later, Ed's phone buzzed. Fortunately for him, his phone was in his pants. Unfortunately, he was on the toilet. Again. He figured that it was those Apples that he had eaten on Friday finally doing their thing. Who was he to think that he wouldn't be affected anyway?
"Idiot," he told himself and got the phone out of his pocket. Upon unlocking the device, Ian saw that Ian had sent him a text. One that he hadn't received in quite a while.
"Damn it, damn it damn it," he kept saying as he finally finished, washed his hands and hurried to his room where he grabbed his composite bow and quiver, as well as his handgun from below his desk.
He holstered the handgun in his pants at his back, since he figured he had no time anymore to look for his leather holster. He then threw the bow around his torso, over the quiver which had already been put on as soon as Ed had his hand on it.
"Don't eff this up, Ed!" he said as he hurried out the door, went downstairs, grabbed his keys and got into his car.
Whatever it was that had Ian send an SOS must have been one hell of a situation as Ian hardly ever needed assistance.
Scenarios kept playing through his head as he drove towards Ian's Geo-Location. Last time he was needed like this, it was their job, though unbeknownst to just about everyone they knew.
"And that was before the country went to shit, and we had to leave the program" he said, changing gears.